It was the Month of Stone.

  Moon Aravale looked down at his family, or what was left of it. They were ready for tonight. It was a moonless night, and although his family was weakened because of it, he could have never expected that they would slaughter them in cold blood. One night the world sang praises of the Aravales, the next, they were wiped from the face of it.

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  All for one artifact. His mind drifted as he stroked the head of his dead mother. She was lying next to him, as was his father, his grandfather, his wife, and his 3 boys. All dead, his fists clenched with rage, but there wasn't much time left for him either. He could only hope that the artifact and his 4 child had survived. With his dying breath he spoke one last prayer, "Please, Kill them all!"